Ming Mansion, small courtyard in the northeast corner.

"Cough! Cough cough!"

In the overgrown house, violent coughing sounds continued to be heard, and a writing brush fell to the ground. A young man in white clothes and white hair took off his pure white mask, tilted his head, and coughed out large mouthfuls of blood, which splattered on the ground.

He took out a handkerchief and pressed his skinny fingers against his mouth, trying to endure the burning pain in his lungs.

“Cough… cough…”

After a gasp, the man took off his handkerchief. The candlelight swaying in the wind illuminated his thin face. Apart from his bloodstained lips, there was not a trace of blood in his face.

Picking up the brush that fell on the ground, the man looked at the manuscript he had just finished on the table with indifferent eyes.

Boom!

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At this moment, he found that a number of powerful and vigorous characters appeared out of thin air on the manuscript he had just written. With just a few strokes, he overturned and rewrote the story that he had already finished, creating new changes.

As soon as he left the servants' courtyard, Xuan Yu saw Zhao from Shihe Village, soaking wet all over, covering her mouth tightly, and huddled in the corner of the back wall of the main courtyard.

"Meow?" Xuan Yu called out tentatively. The girl suddenly looked up at him. Xuan Yu's hair exploded and he turned and ran away.

Ding!

Meow—Xuan Yu was soaked all over and made a whimpering sound in his throat. He bent down and jumped again. With his swift body movements and speed, he stepped on those pale arms and landed safely in the kitchen door.

A man rushed past Xuanyu and crashed into the millstone and died.

Xuan Yu jumped up in fright, and blood splattered in the puddle, spreading a large area of ​​red, but there was no one under the millstone.

*Ming Fu, the servant is in the courtyard.

He and Xia Chan both remembered Sang Que's instructions to keep an eye on Shou Hou and not let him be manipulated by the story and indirectly harm everyone.

"Let me out!"

Meow——

Xuan Yu jumped onto the beam and watched the gray mist below gradually being replaced by blood. Su Liangyuan looked solemn and left the house as if escaping.

…

A man dressed as a servant, whose face could not be seen, was holding a human head as a lantern and was slowly approaching the place where Zhao was hiding.

When the water ghost suddenly appeared, everyone was just trying to escape, but they ran into all kinds of evil spirits and eventually got separated.

After hesitating for a moment, he made up his mind, picked up the mask and put it on his face, picked up the pen and dipped it in ink, and continued writing on the original piece of paper.

The table sank and He Shouan covered his mouth tightly, not daring to make a sound.

The cat swung its claws and scratched the paper child's face. Xuan Yu quickly escaped through the hole in the bricks and tiles.

Meow! Xuan Yu yelled, and the servant turned his head and looked at Xuan Yu with his eyes that only had whites. Xuan Yu whimpered, jumped off the beam, and crawled into the hole under the wall.

At the door of the house, Kou Yushan carefully glanced at the well outside the yard through the crack in the door. This place was very remote and it was obvious that few people had lived there before.

The blood mist dissipated, Huilan disappeared from the spot, and Su Liangyuan also disappeared.

Suddenly, bang!

The cat's paws stepped on the shallow water, splashing large amounts of water straight towards the main door of the kitchen.

"Blood for blood, tooth for tooth, is the way to live. Good people will only be bullied and harmed by evil. Now, it's your turn to take revenge."

When he heard He Shouhui's voice and was about to go out, the door suddenly opened, and a pair of dark-black bare feet, dragging tattered clothes, walked to the table, lifted their feet, and climbed onto the table.

The man glanced at the storyteller's mask at hand. It was impossible for there to be a second storyteller in the world, but the clear evidence in front of him showed that there was indeed a second storyteller.

He took a breath and continued to flee deeper into the Ming Mansion. The woman, whose body was pale and rotten and covered with black branches, followed him all the time.

There was a noise coming from outside. Xuan Yu climbed up onto the beam in a few steps, lowered his body and looked through the broken bricks and tiles. He saw a pair of stilts passing by the kitchen door alternately.

But the yard here is very spacious. If it is a sunny day, the whole yard can get sunlight, so the Ming family dug the well here to reduce the gathering of negative energy.

The man suddenly thought of something, his heart trembled, and then a complicated expression appeared on his face.

Fortunately, Xia Chan tied him up with her hair in time and saved his life.

So he and Xia Chan followed the skinny monkey all the way and found that the skinny monkey seemed like a different person after entering the backyard. There were no water ghosts attacking him when he walked in the rain.

The skinny monkey was locked in one of the empty coffins. He was screaming and pounding on the coffin lid. Xia Chan had a sullen face and sat cross-legged on the coffin lid.

The wind and rain were blowing and the coughing continued.

The lightning illuminated the shadows of the branches that followed him closely, with their fangs and claws bared, and hanging on the branches was the shriveled corpse of someone unknown.

The girl's eyes were bloodshot, veins bulging, and her face was hideous and ferocious. She had been replaced by Huilan.

Cups and plates fell to the ground around the square table, as if someone had been dining there just now and was scared away by Xuanyu.

Lightning flashed across the sky, and a paper child suddenly appeared beside Xuan Yu, shocking him so much that his hair stood on end.

Meow~Meow~Xuan Yu shouted twice, but there were echoes but no response.

Xuan Yu jumped onto the square table, frightened to the point of hunching his back and gasping for breath. A head with wide-open eyes was placed on the plate, facing it.

Xuan Yu swung his tail in annoyance, took two steps back, arched his back, and shot out like lightning.

In a side room somewhere in the Ming Mansion, tattered wreaths were lying all over the place, and six coffins were displayed against the walls on both sides.

"Shouan, where are you?"

As the captain of the Heishan Village guard team, Kou Yushan is respected and has a heart lamp protection of a certain strength, so he rarely encounters evil spirits.

In front is the Ming Mansion's kitchen, with a stone mill and a water tank outside. The sound of cups colliding can be heard from inside, indicating that there is someone in the kitchen.

Cough... cough cough cough...

Chop! Chop! Chop! Xuan Yu raised his head alertly. On the table in the distance, a kitchen knife was suspended in the air, chopping the body that was already unrecognizable.

Impossible!

It was wet everywhere. Xuan Yu raised his paw, not knowing where to put it, so he just hung it in the air, glancing around through the rain.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

The blood-red mist gradually gathered inwards, and finally all gathered on the girl in black clothes in front of the dressing table.

And that head belonged to Zhao's husband, Shi Yong.

The stilts were extremely high, and the 'person' on them was hidden in the darkness. The sounds of flesh being torn and chewing could be heard, and sticky blood flowed down the stilts, causing arms to stretch out from the puddles one after another.

Bang! The headless body was thrown down, and before Xuan Yu could see clearly, it was grabbed by the pale arms in the puddle.

He kept singing the nursery rhyme quietly and walked to the well outside, intending to jump into it.

Xuan Yu came in again from the hole in the roof, looked at the bronze mirror on the dressing table, a strange color flashed in his emerald green pupils, and then he flew over the eaves and walls, passing through various places in the Ming Mansion.

It’s Song Quancai.

In a room somewhere, He Shouan hid under a table.

Turning around, I saw lightning flashing across the field, and outside the yard, there were red flowers everywhere. They were all tombstones and graves, and there was not even a name on the tombstone.

Meow...

Meow!

As soon as Xuan Yu left, a strong man with a beard and wearing a bamboo hat ran out from the small door of the kitchen, panting.

Taking a breath, the man took out a new piece of paper and prepared to write the last chapter of the story.

Let’s see whether this returning visitor is dead or alive!

The smell of blood attracted pale arms, which were densely packed, blocking the way ahead, waving and scratching in the air.

The bearded burly man swung his knife continuously. The dark red murderous aura on the knife was like smoke and fire, cutting off the shadows of the branches again and again and forcing them back.

Even with such a reversal, the protagonist changed from Huilan to a returning guest, and there was no sense of incongruity or awkwardness. It was fluent and natural, with every word being exquisite.

Meow~ Meow~ A cat's meow was heard, and Xia Chan's eyes suddenly widened. When he looked up, he saw a black shadow swooping down from the beam.

Xia Chan caught the wet Xuan Yu, and Xuan Yu meowed aggrievedly, and kept meowing.

Xia Chan stared at Xuan Yu and actually understood what it meant.

She stood up from the coffin and said to Kou Yushan who was looking over, "My sister is in trouble. I want to save her!"

(End of this chapter)